1928 Tommy Gun in a custom violin case
Homage to Saint Bernadette by Claudia Böhm
Also
over feminists who are better feminists than me because they don’t shave, trim, etc
wow because asserting my right to not have menstrual clumps get...
My cat was lying upside down in her cat tower, facing me. I went to pet her head, but she tucked herself into a ball like a fuzzy armadillo, rolled forward and out the other end of her tower, landed and casually walked away like she meant it. It was all one fluid motion, completely unlike her normal, clumsy flailing from unintentionally falling off the tower. AND IT WILL NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN.
Caitlin Hackett
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In one of my recent dreams, my cat was lost. Some lady claimed to have run her over, so I strangled her. I looked around for my cat while running from the cops, and I found her in a manger wrapped in a blanket wearing a rubber mask that made her look like the Eraserhead baby.